Douluo: Exiled Immortal Descends to the Mortal World, Wine Sword Slays Gods

Li Zhe Xian was led into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect by Chen Xin.

On the day he awakened his martial soul, an Azure Lotus Sword emerged into the world, its sword qi rampant, possessing innate full soul power.

He was hailed by Ning Fengzhi as a once-in-a-millennium genius, and their marriage betrothal with Ning Rongrong was confirmed.

But unexpectedly.

Six years passed, and Li Zhe Xian's soul power showed no advancement whatsoever!

Ning Rongrong: "Zhe Xian brother, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the continent's number one auxiliary martial soul. Only by partnering with powerful battle soul masters can it unleash its maximum power."

"Although... I really don't want to say this, but you truly can't keep up with my pace."

She took back the childhood keepsake they had exchanged.

Li Zhe Xian: "Take care of yourselves."

"Raising my head, I laugh towards the heavens as I stride out the door—how could we of this generation be mere foxtail weeds!"

Li Zhe Xian was undaunted. He firmly believed he was no ordinary talent.

Under the bright moon.

He tilted his head back to drink wine, dancing his sword in a drunken haze.

His soul power unknowingly surged to level 20.

Only then did Li Zhe Xian realize.

He possessed twinborn martial souls—Sword and Wine.

"Those who abandon me cannot retain yesterday's day!"

He departed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect without a word of farewell.

Li Zhe Xian gripped his sword, wine gourd at his waist, wandering the continent alone.

He drank the most fragrant wines, befriended the most beautiful women, and challenged the fiercest swordsmen.

Many years later.

At the National Soul Master Tournament, he encountered Ning Rongrong once more.

Watching Li Zhe Xian surrounded by flocks of beauties, sweeping away all geniuses with a single sword, Ning Rongrong's eyes brimmed with tears.

"Zhe Xian brother, Rongrong thinks of you every day..."

"Long years no see, are you still well?"

Li Zhe Xian remained calm as a light breeze and drifting clouds, his long sword pointing from afar.

"Make your move."

The name of the Exiled Immortal echoed across the continent.

This time, he set his gaze on the God Realm.

"There are three thousand gods in the heavens, and upon seeing me, all must lower their brows!"

(Multiple female leads, doesn't follow the group, torments Tang San, torments Rongrong...)